Stepped (intro)
Time had always passed me by
Now I escape from words
And my soul flies as birds
I've survived and now I am so alive
And I arrive...
Thank you for ignoring me
Thank you for burying me
But now it's time to speak
'Cuz I'm strong and you're weak
Feel, what you'll see...
Don't have to be sincere
Just closer your mouth and you'll hear....
This is my story
I've lived my territory
Not crept...
Stepped...
Poetry by Edgar John Jackson
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Written on 2007-01-04 at 12:50
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